(This is an alternate to the Skinning the Viper story. My friend Jo asked for a scenario in which John is kidnapped by the obsessive Dean but it did not fit in the original story. It is written in a parallel universe of Shield's playground/Skinning the Viper. It takes place after Randy was taken by Dean. It will be broken into two chapters.)
Over a week had passed with Randy still missing. John had a late night interview while Roman and Seth were attending a house show. As he left the building he saw a small red light glow then fade from a darkened part of the parking lot. John paused, his eyes squinting in the darkness. "What the hell?" He said softly under his breath. He shook it off and walked toward where his car was parked.
"Where're your guards at, John?" Came a familiar voice from the darkness. "You're hard to pin down for some one on one time…" The light was spotted again. "You know that?"
John's teeth clenched in rage as he heard the voice of Dean Ambrose. By now he understood the man was anything but a normal human. "One on one time? You've got to be fucking kidding me. After what you pulled? Where are you? Show yourself!"
Dean pushed himself off the small wall he was against in the darkness, walking closer until a lamp post illuminated him, showing the small light John was seeing was the lit end of a cigarette. "Hey there." He smiled, almost smirked.
John stalked closer to the man, rage filling his body. "You have some fucking nerve...I got the picture you sent...you were a friend and you fucking raped my Daddy!" Reaching Dean John seethed inches from his face. "Where is he? What have you done with him?"
"You deck me like you're thinking of you'll never see him again." Dean looked dead at him. "But you come with me...maybe I'll consider letting you see him." He drew the last of his smoke before dropping it to the ground, snuffing it with his foot. There was a faintly strange aroma to it or was it in John's head? He was not around smokers often except maybe Randy years ago.
John took a deep breath as his mind raced. He had been warned by his Dom not to bargain or look for Dean but the man had come to him. His hand trailed to the collar he wore around his neck, tracing the viper that hung from the center. Randy was everything to him. He missed his Daddy so much it tore at his insides. "Okay...I'll come...just please let me see him."
"If you behave." Dean's eyes trailed to the necklace and they narrowed as he held his hand out. "First, give it here."
John's eyes widened as he shook his head. "I can't do that. It's never been off. It's not my place to remove it." The collar was the most precious thing he owned. It was a connection to both of the men he loved...his Dom and his Daddy.
"Shame...guess you don't want to see him so bad after all." Dean stated calmly before he went to turn on his heels and head back for the darkness he came from.
"No...please wait!" John called out, tears springing to his eyes. "I'll take it off." His hands trembled as he reached to work the clasp behind his neck. Roman had it made special for him. "I'm sorry." He said in an almost whisper to his Master.
Dean stopped, looking around. His head then slowly turned to look back at John. Slowly the rest of his body followed until he was facing John. Seeing he was actually doing it he held out his hand to him.. While on one hand Dean looked focused and determined on the other he was jumpy and on guard. He knew it was only a matter of time before hell could literally open and come for him. John fought tears burning in his eyes as he felt the weight of the collar lifted from him. He laid the last tie he had to his Daddy in Dean's hand. "Please...give it back when we are done?" He asked almost softly, trying to stay on Dean's good side.
"Sorry, John….I can't do that." Dean stated. There was no sound of remorse in his voice as he walked to the rental nearby he saw when John hit the button to unlock it. He opened the driver's door, tossing it on the seat and shut the door. Tears ran from John's eyes and he was thankful the darkness hid them from Dean. He looked at the rental not moving for a moment, second guessing himself. Should he just get his collar and tell the man he changed his mind? Go back to Roman and try to track Randy down another way? In his heart he wanted to see Randy but there were warning bells going off in his mind.
Dean turned, heading back for John. "Now come on. If you are meant to be his again…" His face soured at the thought. "You will see it again." John looked at the rental one last time before going with Dean. His heart was heavy as he knew his Dom would be worried about him but there was nothing he could do. Dean led John to a black van that was hidden in the dark. He opened it up. "Get in...get comfortable we will get where we are going before you know it."
John looked Dean. "I'm theirs whether I wear the collar or not." He said quietly before climbing inside.
"If you were you wouldn't be here." Dean smirked before shutting the door. He then moved to get in the driver's side to get in and hurry out of there. John didn't grace Dean with a reply. He knew the crazed man didn't know how much he loved them both. Why else would he be here if not for the sake of his Daddy? He buckled up and looked out the window, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Time passed and even if John tried to fight it he soon fell asleep in his seat as his head lulled to the side. Dean smiled as he looked over. He knew they had a long drive and John asleep made it easier. He had an acquaintance of his...more like a follower at his place to chase out any death watchers that may be floating around that place. He didn't wish his play time interrupted. Reaching the home he pulled into the garage and got out before moving over to John's side, opening the door. "Home sweet home." He stated as he lightly shook John.
John woke with a start. Seeing Dean his heart raced as he took off his seatbelt and climbed out. All he wanted was to see his boyfriend. "Where are we?" He asked, looking around.
"Home." Dean stated simply as he took a step back.
John nodded, figuring at least now he knew where Randy was being held if he was promised to see him. "Okay...Lead on then." In the back of his mind he remembered Roman warning him not to go back inside of Dean's house. Something about it not being safe for him but John had to see if his boyfriend was inside.
Dean led John through the house and down to his playroom. When they passed through the kitchen John could smell it was recently cooked in. It also looked like it had very small remodeling done to it in the last year. Once downstairs Dean looked at John. "Until I deem otherwise...I AM Your Master." He stated firmly. "First order, strip for me." Something like defiance flashed in John's eyes a moment before they filled with resignation. He had to humor Dean to reach Randy. Slowly he began to strip from his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He was not ashamed of being naked it was just the principle of it. He belonged to Roman and Randy, no one else.
Dean gave an amused smile as he watched John. He saw the brief look and it amused him. He headed for the Saint Andrew's cross he had. "Over here, Boy."
John walked over to the cross, looking it over. He would have enjoyed the idea if he was not so worried about Randy. He assumed his boyfriend was being held in one of the bedrooms. "Which way, facing it or away...Sir?" John settled on Sir since that had been his title for Seth during play and Dean before all the drama. Roman was the only one he would call Master.
"Facing it." Dean stated. He then walked to where he had different whips hanging up to look over his choices. John carefully stood up on the cross, raising his arms for the restraints as he waited on Dean. Dean looped a six foot bull whip over his shoulders before walking over to secure John. "You know part of you likes this, Boy...just giving over. Your body craved being at my mercy again." He told John as he stepped back.
"I always enjoyed our play times." John admitted, trying to be honest. "You know I did...we shared a mutual passion." 'Until you fucked everything up by being a lunatic.' He added in his mind. He enjoyed the exposed feeling of the cross even if it was with Dean.
"This is where you belonged." Dean stated before he took the whip off his shoulder. Grabbing the handle he released two loud cracks into the air. He then trained his eyes on John giving two lashes across his back.
John cried out at the hit, not expecting to feel such a burning pain. He had played with Dean many times before but this was much harder than any time in the past. It was like all the gloves had been removed now. "That's it...let the pain rip through you. Feel as it forces all those feelings out of you." Dean gave two more lashes, this time closer to John's shoulders.
John bit back a second cry of pain, his hands clenched into fists in the restraints. "Fuck, Sir...Must it be so hard on my back?" He said in a respectful tone. "I have to wrestle shirtless." He wanted to please Dean but knew work was important. Roman never allowed him to take hits to his back that would leave marks or welts.
"You may not be seeing a ring for a while." Dean stated. The next two lashes hit just under his ass across his thighs with almost surgical precision.
John groaned at the third strike but there was a little heat behind the sound. Anything near his ass seemed to turn him on, even if it was painful. "Awhile? I have to work tomorrow night."
Dean laughed as he walked away. "Guess we will just need to see about that." John's body felt flushed and warm from the lashing. His mind felt cloudy for some reason he could not explain. Dean retrieved a vibrating plug from a cabinet and a thick leather paddle. He slipped the strap of the paddle over his wrist as he moved behind John, having his fingers trace the fine cuts made by the whip to John's thighs.
"Deep down you know this is where you belong...where you can just let go." John bit back a moan at the touch to his sensitive skin. He didn't know how to answer Dean without giving the wrong impression so he opted to hold his tongue. Dean spit on his fingers to wet between John's cheeks some before spreading them to press the tip of the plug against the puckered flesh. "Breathe for me."
John took a breath, wondering what was coming. He could feel something hard touching his ass. "What is that? A toy?"
"Yes." Dean replied as he pushed the ridged toy inside until the base locked into place. Dean then gave a wiggle to it. John groaned as there was no lube to add slip to the thick plug. It filled him well and made his cock twitch despite the pain. "That's a good boy." Dean added sick praise before he tapped a switch on the plug to begin, causing it to hum.
"Fuck." John groaned as the vibrations wanted to go straight to his sweet spot, making his cock twitch again. Even as worried about Randy as he was the older man could not help responding to the stimulation to his ass. Dean smiled hearing John before he slipped the paddle back into his grasp. He then gave John a firm hit to each cheek, submitting John's mind to the duel feeling of pleasure and pain together. Adrenaline and endorphins flooded John's body as the two sensations melded together, first the pleasure of the plug and then the stinging thud of the paddle. His eyes drifted shut just a moment as a soft groan left him.
"That's a good boy." Dean praised as he gave a series of more swats with the paddle.
"Thank you, Sir." John replied with a moan. He wanted to please the crazed man so he would let him see his Daddy again. His ass grew hot from the paddling and his cock now stood at full attention.
Dean licked his lips as he ran his free hand over the heated flesh. "You always look so good like that. On display, just waiting to be used." He slowly dragged his nails over the hot flesh, watching the lines they created.
John's back arched at how intense the blunt nails felt on his now sensitive skin. "T-Thank you, Sir." Dean continued to work John a few more minutes before he moved away leaving the toy in place and active. He was debating what to use on John next. John stayed still and tried not to groan. It was frustrating to feel the sexual stimulation with no way to touch himself. Dean could hear the beginning of John frustrations. He moved around to the front of the cross, looking John over. He could see the beads of sweat forming on the older man's face despite the cool basement.
Dean then lowered his eyes to see John's arousal in the space between the cross beams of the cross. "Maybe I should reintroduce you to an old friend." Dean smiled wickedly.
John gave a shudder at Dean's suggestion, remember how hard he had cum in the device when they played here last but that was when Randy and Roman had been present. "The milking machine?" He asked, his voice sounding husky with need.
"Yes...but I think I want to change things up for it." Dean walked around to shut the plug off but left it in place. John let out a sigh of relief as the stimulation to his ass stopped, his body relaxing some. Dean freed John's wrists. "We are going to up the pain/pleasure level." He moved over to the small swinging cage. "Remember this thing?"
John's heart raced as he looked at the only item in the room that scared him. "Yes, Sir...but remember I told you...that is a hard limit for me." He tried to explain in words Dean would understand.
"And I told you in time...that was over a year ago." Dean told him. "Get over here." He reached for a latch to swing the front of it open. "You will have limited movement...but remember it is open air. You will be able to look out."
John shook his head no, something the submissive man rarely if ever did. "I can't, Sir. It's the only thing I won't do. I get claustrophobic... It would make me panic."
"Five minutes...after that you say the word." Dean told him. "Better...I will keep the front open to start...you will see. You don't give yourself enough credit, John."
John nodded slowly at Dean's promise, gulping as he walked over to where the gibbet was waiting on him. "O-Okay. I'll try."
"Good Boy." Dean told him. He walked over to where the machine was stored and wheeled it over. "Step up...and you will need to hold the strapping since the front will be open, it won't hold you in." John stepped up as ordered and got inside the cage. He found it wasn't too bad with it open.
"See...yes it swings a little, you will be fine though." Dean told him as he walked behind John. "First the plug again." Dean steadied the cage with one hand while reaching between the straps with the other, tapping the button again. John's erection that had been going down twitched as the vibrations began again, sending jolts of pleasure through him once more. He gave a quiet moan. "Good...focus on that." Dean told him as he moved back around to face the front of John. "Very good." He licked his lips as he moved to the machine, grabbing the cylinder and the gel. Applying a thin bead of the gel he walked toward John to grasp his cock then a first stroke before he started to slide the cylinder over it and down to the base.
John braced himself for the assault he knew was coming. "Fuck...stimulation at both ends? Might be too much."
"I will start it on low...and focus more of how good that feels and not the other." Dean told John as he move to feed the tube for the machine through the front opening of the cage. He then connected the two parts.
"Okay...just a warning...I don't think I can cum without my Daddy or my Master's permission." John warned him. "I was trained with a cage...even before with the machine Daddy nodded at me it was okay to let go."
Dean's face grew faintly hard at that revelation. He thought he remembered telling Randy not to...he took pleasure in getting that from John. Now he is told it was a lie. "We will see about that then." Dean told him as he went to start the suction of the machine on. John bit his lip, giving a shaky breath at the sensations. The suction was a lot lighter than the first time they used it. Instead of almost forcing the orgasm out of him it felt like a slow, teasing blowjob.
"That's it...just focus on those good feelings." Dean told him. after about 30 seconds Dean slowly edged the door about half way. John did not notice Dean was moving the door as his eyes were closed, taking in the sensations. Small moans left his lips as heat currents travelled from his prostate to his cock. "That's it...that's a good boy...you're doing so well for me." Dean told him as he watched sliding the door just a little more, but not quite closing it yet.
John's moans grew louder as the sexual energy in him increased more and more. "Fuck, this is intense." He panted. "Feeling the plug and the machine."
"And both are still on low." Dean told him as he slid the door rest of the way, but didn't latch it yet. John's eyes opened as he suddenly felt more confined and when he did his heart wanted to race and his mouth go dry. The iron cage was mere inches from his face.
"Just breathe, John...it's not locked yet." Dean moved his hands away. "You can push it back open if you want."
"Why do you want to push me this way?" John asked as he forced himself to take a breath. "What pleasure do you get out of it?"
"Isn't there a joy in facing a fear?" Dean asked him. He moved toward the machine, turning it up just a little more and flipping a switch that started the alternating pressure then release.
John was a conflicted man. He wanted to shove the door open so badly but he wanted to please Dean. "If...if I try to stay in here awhile will you let me see Randy when we're done? Please, Sir?"
"You permit me to set the lock I will let you see him." Dean told John.
John knew then he would give in. He would do anything for Randy. "Okay...deal."
"Good Boy...knew you could do it." Dean moved over to hit the latch to secure it. "You can rest your arms now."
John put his arms down and closed his eyes as they had been before. He hoped that would help with the fear he was feeling. He forced his mind to picture Randy and Roman, pretending his Daddy was blowing him while his Master fucked him. Heated moans came from him as some of the panic subsided. A good imagination could be a blessing at times. "That's a good boy." Dean told him. He moved toward the basement door, pulling out a small walkie talkie, hitting the button on it. "You're needed." He then hung up, walking back over to John.
Dean's words only fueled John more as Roman called him his good boy every time they played. "Thank you, Master. I try to be good." He said lowly.
The door could be heard as it opened, jarring John from his fantasy. Footsteps could barely be heard over the machine as they descended downward, John jumped, his eyes opening at the sound. "W-Who is that?" He asked Dean, having no idea who it could be. When John opened his eyes he could see the familiar form of Randy standing next to Dean. His head was lowered, not looking at him. It was easy to see where bruises marked his flesh. He was dressed just in a pair of shorts.
"It is the agreement we made isn't it?" Dean commented.
"Wh-who are you talking to, Sir?" Randy asked.
"Lift your head and look." Dean instructed.
Randy slowly lifted his head. His steely grey eyes looked dull as he looked at John. "No…" He whispered.
John felt tears in his eyes as he saw how submissive and broken Randy appeared. Dean had broken his boyfriend in only a week? The younger man was not even restrained in any way. "Daddy." John could only get one word out before his voice broke. "I've been...so worried."
"Baby?" Randy called almost asked, looking at Dean.
"Yes, it's really him." Dean told him. "I told you he would be here in time."
"No...pl-please...it can't be." Randy moved to step closer.
"That's far enough." Dean ordered.
Randy stopped as his own heart raced. "Please." Randy looked back at Dean.
John tried to focus on Randy but he soon gave a groan, his body assaulted by double sensations. "Let me...let me touch my Daddy, Sir?" He begged, his body shaking with the lust he felt.
"Maybe after you get off...Maybe. I better not pick up any signals this time." Dean warned. "Get back over here, Randy...or your Baby will be in there longer than planned." Randy gulped, looking back at the cage then Dean. He knew the crazed man could and would keep his threat so he lowered his head slowly, moving back toward him.
John knew he had to do this. He had to override all his training and make himself cum. He knew to stare at Randy would only anger Dean more so he closed his eyes, using his imagination. He moaned as his body hummed with pleasure thinking of his Daddy blowing him, that the suction to his cock was from Randy's mouth.
Dean moved to hold Randy by the shoulders. The touch made the older man's skin crawl. Dean leaned down, whispering in Randy's ear. "Watch...watch him as he surrenders to me. You can see he was meant to be mine...always should have been mine. A man like him loves to be used...to be given release through pain. He needs someone who can give that to him without reserve. One who craves giving it as he craves receiving it." Randy sighed, lowering his head until Dean grabbed it, forcing him to look at the cage. "Look...look at that sight...but not a peep."
John pushed his worry and heartache from his mind as he focused on how good he was feeling so he could reach his climax. He had no other option. His moans grew louder as he felt the sexual tension building, picturing Roman joining Randy in using his willing body. 'I need you to come for me, Boy.' He could almost hear his Samoan Master whisper in his ear as Randy sucked him hard. 'Show me and your Daddy how good we feel.' John's breath grew ragged. Randy gave a faintly shaky breath as he watched John. Dean gave an amused smirk at the display, While Randy may not like dishing the fun out he sure seemed to enjoy watching it.
"Oh, fuck." John moaned as the plug vibrated against his sweet spot. "Right there...gonna cum." His body jerked a few seconds later as his orgasm hit fast and hard, cum shooting from his pulsing cock as he moaned. His head felt almost foggy from the pure strength of his release.
"That's a good boy." Dean told him, releasing Randy to walk over toward John. He shut the machine off then moved to shut the plug off through the straps of the cage.
He then headed for the steps. "No trying to plot against me...you know what will happen." Dean smiled at Randy before heading up the steps. "You boys stay down here." He was heard saying before the door closed.
"Fuck." Randy rushed toward the cage still questioning if John was real as he moved to open it.
John hurried to step down from the cage, wrapping his arms around Randy, not caring he was covered in sweat and cum as quiet sobs left his chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Sorry I got you into this mess."
Randy wrapped his arms around John. "Shh...it's okay, Baby...le-let's get you free of those things." Randy didn't care if John was an illusion or not at this point. He saw Dean there...saw Dean leave...so he just had to hope this was real and not one of his tricks again.
John turned so Randy could remove the plug, the tube having slipped off with his movement. "He took the collar Master made me." He admitted, shame in his voice. "I had to give it to him if I wanted to see you. He tossed it in my rental like it was nothing." Deep sadness could be heard in John's voice.
Randy moved to carefully remove the intrusive item. "I never thought I would see you or Roman again...bu-but you came willingly?" Randy asked before moving to look at John's face. "You shouldn't have. He isn't going to release us...you realize that right?"
John nodded slowly. "I kind of guessed...yes, I came willingly. He promised I would see you. But he can't keep us here long. It's two against one now and Rome will be looking."
"Didn't you hear him about plotting against him? Without him there is no way out of this place." Randy told fear was clear in his eyes.
"What do you mean? Can't we just leave once we overpower him?" John asked quietly.
"It's like everything is booby trapped. Most places inside the house are fine...but external doors...windows." Randy sighed.
"Damn." John moved to lay his head on Randy's chest. "Now that he has me why does he need you here? I'll talk to him...offer him a deal."
"And why would he do that? He may be crazy...but not stupid." Randy sighed, moving to hold John.
John gave a sniffle as he closed his eyes, taking in Randy's scent. "At least we're together. If I obey him maybe he'll be good to us until Master can find us. Rome will go crazy searching."
"We can only hope, Baby." Randy whispered as he lightly petted John's head. "Th-there's a bed in the corner...I don't feel great."
John looked at Randy in concern as he lead him to the bed. "What's wrong, Daddy? What did he do to you?"
"Almost wonder what didn't he do." Randy told John. When they turned to head for the bed more bruises and cuts could be seen over Randy's back.
John blinked back angry tears at the sight. "Let's get you comfortable." He almost whispered. How could Dean be such a monster? Just because he wanted him?
Reaching the bed it was a full size bed that looked like it has seen better days. Comfortable was a matter of opinion. Randy moved to lay down, rolling to a side and shifting toward the wall. "Come on, Baby." He whispered.
John climbed in bed, moving closer to Randy. He felt naked without the collar. "I know you told me not to blame myself but I can't help it." John's eyes looked troubled. "You didn't want anything to do with the lifestyle...this room scared you but I was selfish. I wanted to play and now you have no choice. If not for me you wouldn't be here."
"He had it made...when did we ever tell him no?" Randy whispered. "He is the selfish one." Randy told John.
"I know..we never once denied him. I loved playing but he couldn't stand it I put you first." John agreed. A deep sadness showed on the older man's face. "Master will be so worried...so disappointed in me but I had to come."
"If we get out...I will try to get him to understand." Randy told him. He went to put an arm around John, but then saw the cuts from the whip. "Ar-are you in pain, Baby?"
"A little." John admitted. He had not wanted to upset Randy. "Dean has never used a whip on me before...or focused on my back so much."
"Yeah...he feels the training wheels can come off now." Randy sighed. "He thinks you will like anything he will give you and have you asking for more of it. The problem is I doubt he holds any regard for your health. Only what he wants."
"I don't think I'm that much of a masochist." John admitted. "I liked what we did before when Roman would temper it but it was almost too much. I like more the submission and bondage aspects I think with a little pain, like a spanking. I tried to tell him not my back but Dean seemed determined I would crave it." Randy sighed before closing his eyes. He knew he could not leave John to suffer like he did. Dean's threats be damned he would get them out some way.
John moved even closer until their bodies were almost flush. He then closed his eyes. As terrible as the situation was at least he was back with his boyfriend again. Even if not exactly the most comfortable Randy fell asleep, an actual sleep for a couple hours, having the comfort of John with him. Instinctively he jumped, hearing the door. His heart wanted to race in his chest. Footsteps could be heard heading their way.